The rising suns casts its golden light over my herb and flower garden making for a glorious view out my front door. I feel so rich.
Each day brings changes to the gardens. Plants bloom, plants die back, birds and bees feed on the nectar of the blossoms. A garden may look like a still life, but it is filled with life.
As I turn to sit on the garden bench, I see another area. My Italian herb garden. Sweet basil, tarragon, marjoram, sage, and other herbs just waiting to be fondled so they can release their aromatic oils. If I step back, I will brush the rosemary and send off a flurry of smell which will stick to my legs for several hours.
I do love my plants.
Time for tea and a little reflection before I get the day started. Life is good.